E Y E. G H A Z A L
The whole year is over. ..
Never Marwat. ..
I never liked ..
Never here. ..
You. .
Every time. ..
Love coins. ..
Walala ..
Who got the pain. ..
Taken. ..
Who never asked again. ..
He also left the relationship. ..
Go this way. ..
I became very interested. ..
Let's see. ..
Lying down for the rest of his life. ..
What is my role? ..
And for me. ..
Has one person arrived? .?
You do it for yourself. ..
Achieved by one person. ..?
Or. ...
In empty hands. ..
He arrived empty-handed. ..?
There was a long silence. ..
A voice came from the heart. ..
In that case nothing happens. ..
In this part the Lord has come. ..
This is Jehovah. ..
That's all. ..
When the shadow comes back together. ..
You reconnect from there. ..
Love is empty ...
The man was left in the woods
Stay in the city
Love goes hand in hand
The scent of love
The love song of the season
Love the idea of flowing waterfalls
The peacock's body dances in the forest of love
Love turns to sunlight in cold winters
Love is like the cool shadows of a hot desert
Love is like a village in a strange land
A heart of love of
Love life
Love is the cure for the soul ...
Love is an idol.
And anything that breaks somewhere in the temple of the heart ??????
Love glass doll
What if it falls into someone's hand and it gets lost in the air ?????
Love is smallpox
Aqnd if it explodes ????
Love is a disease ...
Love fasts
Love the evening
Love the night
Rains of love on a bright night !!!!!
Love in the blood of sleep through the dreams of the flesh
Burning, alive, there are hidden ratjags ...
Love wins ...
Love dies
Love is empty ...
What about the earth?
What about people ...
There are thousands of seasons in the world
There are millions of people paying !!
Some people are news,
You can tell the world ...
Some people are signs,
Just being able to hide in the heart ...
Some people go from time to time,
When you leave you do not arrive ...
We also want to call a million,
They don't even get dignity.
Some people think,
Feelings flow ...
Some people love hard times,
Eyelids are expensive ...
Some people are deep in the sea,
Some people are not included.
To some drowning souls,
They are supported by grass ...
Some people have stone chests,
A small sandy house ...
Some people are like clouds,
Shade of tall trees ...
Some people in the form of lights,
They are lighting the streets ...
Some people remove the darkness
Wear a face ...
Some people meet on the move,
Take two steps and split paths ...
Some people do that,
No separation and beating ...
Tell me about yourself,
What about life? ?
One eye our personality,
There is blood in one of Sawan's eyes ...
We are part of whose story,
Whose prayer are we involved in?
Who sees the way,
Who do we belong to? ?
Hold on to whose footsteps,
Ask your mark ...?
In what ways are we lost,
Stop sir ...
Other chest pains,
We have some dreams ...
All life is lost,
Some people have benefited ...
The heart is more treacherous than anything else and is desperate.
I have lost my life, I have suffered grief ...
This is your capital ... !!
This is your capital ... !!!
Today is the end of the cycle for crying,
I have wept for the twisted image of my heart,
In the captivity of love so far remain in hope,
When all hope is gone, we cry for help.
What a wonderful dream we have,
When he opened his eyes, he wept.
I was shocked to see the first messenger,
A cry came over my head.
Though your heart is sad, you cannot enjoy love,
He weeps over his lost fate,
How happy Shakeel was in the prayers of life,
When the pain was felt, the result was tears.
Rain of Faraq Yar, sad season,
Good weather in our city,
A prayer from me,
Question Time is over!
Many days in the windows of my mind,
The time for your thoughts has come to an end,
Uncertain sources can also be barren,
Come and see my fall season!
Love is like your sun,
Sometimes this Hajj, sometimes this time of extinction,
There was no one assigned to Mohsin.
We are the scent of our dreams, a time to think!
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